- Gay Male
- The Forever Man
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Click here"Do you suppose he would mind if I left my presents at his grave, though? I never knew Martell."
"And yet you brought these for Martell—continuing the tradition if no one else did."
"Yes, but it was because of the Forever Man—and you. Not because of Martell, really. I thought someone should."
Corey knelt and placed his roses and bottle of cognac on Martell's grave and then turned expectantly to Allen, gesturing that Allen could do the same with his at the other grave.
"Perhaps you could do it?" Allen said in a quiet voice. "If I come closer to the grave, I might see his name, and I made a promise once to someone who means a great deal to me not to seek his name out."
Corey took the presents from Allen and placed them on the Forever Man's grave. Then he turned and gave Allen a sardonic look, crowned with a slight smile. "Someone has been chalking 'Forever' on the paths of Sydney. Would that be—?"
"Yes. I felt that needed to be done . . . I missed them when they didn't reappear after the rains. I hope it wasn't—"
"No, not at all. He was still with us when you started. He was delighted to find them there. I think it relieved him of a burden he was having difficulty shouldering."
"The traditions are worthwhile, don't you think?" Allen said "They remind us all of something very important to preserve."
"Yes, I quite agree," Corey answered in a low, throaty voice.
Allen looked away with his eyes, not wanting to embarrass the younger man by seeing the tears forming. But he, himself, was not embarrassed in the least at his own flowing tears. He cleared his throat, trying to form just the right words to say now, hesitant at the risk he was taking, fearful of that final, irrevocable rejection.
"Still, it's two traditions and requires a lot of effort. Something better for two than for one."
Allen looked back into Corey's face, surprised. These were the words he was trying to form, but it had been Corey who said them. "Yes, yes, definitely a job for two," he answered.
"I think I would like to go home now—with you," Corey then said simply. "I mean if that would be all right with you. If there's no one else—"
"How does forever sound to you?" Allen whispered.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 year agoOne of the most moving stories I have had the privilege to read.
The writing is of such a high order that it drew me in from first word to last and was an emotional experience not just a story.
Thank you Shabbu for creating and sharing this work.
notusuallyshyover 2 years agoBeautiful just beautiful, in tears like everyone else. Thank you so much for sharing
dnsontnover 2 years agoMy mum spent her summers in Wagga Wagga as a child, away from home in Manly. To see both mentioned made me smile. The end of this story, however, left me in tears. Beautifully written.
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoIt’s 2:00 am and I am now a blubbering mess after reading this incredible story. I can’t tell you what deep emotions your writing pulled out of me throughout this reading. How beautiful, soulful, poignant and deep is this writing. Lovely. Kudos!!
RikAlAdalmost 3 years agoThe artful way that this story combines commitment with yearning for commitment, and melds sex and love into a single unit is utterly remarkable. It is an achievement that leaves me breathless with admiration. I have a forever man and we have been dancing together and apart for forty years trying to get it right. I know the kind of bond this story represents so well. Thank you for your gifts.
Dificilover 3 years agoI wanted something that would do more than just arouse me. That'd make me feel. And you did it @shabbu. Thansk for sharing your work with us here. Loved it all.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoI hate and adore this story. It destroys me every time I read it. The loneliness that is woven into every word screams at my soul. And it echoes there for days after I finish it. I want to say thank you for writing this, but how do you thank someone for holding a mirror to your so you can see what hurts you the most? It is a truly beautiful work, nonetheless.
Anonymousover 4 years agoGreat story, like peeling layers of an onion. Good to read some Australian history and introducing young men from Wagga Wagga and Albury, of all places.
